[ Him holding her like this isn't new, but it is entirely reserved for behind closed doors and everybody else's backs. Letting herself get caught up in his arms in public, even after being the one to suggest it, is a whole new kind of thrilling.
And that giddiness makes her feel so stupid, like she needs to get a grip and remember he's doing what he's got to, to help her pull off this job, and nothing else.
Which, she will, after she's done tilting her head back with a sigh of enjoyment, and her letting fingertips drag up the nape of his neck before carding through the short strands of his hair. Nami takes her time taking in the table in question, sizing up the other players, and the attendant running the game. She brought an extra pair of dice that'll match the ones being played with perfectly.
Though she has the information she needs, Nami is in no rush to pull away, letting her hand continue to play through his hair, before she ducks her head and presses a kiss against his temple. ]
Really good at this husband stuff, aren't you? [ She was so fixed on teasing him by saying something like that, Nami didn't consider how those words might hit her as she says them. Because while there's nothing to admit, so far Zoro has been good at almost everything she's needed or wanted from him, but saying something about it almost knocks the wind right out of her.
That she's such a practiced hand at jobs like this, may be the only thing that keeps her from wincing and backing off. ]
Come on. [ Her voice sounds weak to her ears, and she has to draw back half a step before trying to continue. ] I'm gonna need you to blow on my dice for good luck.
i'm really enjoying how on fire these circumstances can become tbh
And that giddiness makes her feel so stupid, like she needs to get a grip and remember he's doing what he's got to, to help her pull off this job, and nothing else.
Which, she will, after she's done tilting her head back with a sigh of enjoyment, and her letting fingertips drag up the nape of his neck before carding through the short strands of his hair. Nami takes her time taking in the table in question, sizing up the other players, and the attendant running the game. She brought an extra pair of dice that'll match the ones being played with perfectly.
Though she has the information she needs, Nami is in no rush to pull away, letting her hand continue to play through his hair, before she ducks her head and presses a kiss against his temple. ]
Really good at this husband stuff, aren't you? [ She was so fixed on teasing him by saying something like that, Nami didn't consider how those words might hit her as she says them. Because while there's nothing to admit, so far Zoro has been good at almost everything she's needed or wanted from him, but saying something about it almost knocks the wind right out of her.
That she's such a practiced hand at jobs like this, may be the only thing that keeps her from wincing and backing off. ]
Come on. [ Her voice sounds weak to her ears, and she has to draw back half a step before trying to continue. ] I'm gonna need you to blow on my dice for good luck.